a take I have on 1984, outside of the infamy, is that it's an epic romantic novel. Winston and Julia vs. the world.
People have to read 1984 in middle school, or at least before they have any life experience, in order not to spot the Potemkin cardboard of the frame[3] story.
[0] "so, how did you guys meet?"
[1] consider his answers when O'Brien tries to determine where his limits lie.
[2] although marrying them off has, in at least one case, been an effective way to defuse boys who had been trained as suicide bombers.
[3] "Theory and Practice" is Orwell's active ingredient; Julia and Winston are the sugar in the pill.
And yet they don't underestand anything from it.